The demon drink has got hold of meI'm in a state of advanced depravityI'm lyin' in the ditch with all my money spentCovered in my own excrement

La la la la la la la la la la la la hey hey

I hate the dawning of Saturday morningSaturday morning comes without warningI wish I could go out without being drawn in to drinking so I feel bad in the morningSaturday morningSaturday morningHey hey.